Lord Fu’s Forensic Wife

After A Feng left, Aban restarted the car and slowly drove the car to the school gate and stopped.

The kids in the backseat obviously haven't gotten over it yet.

"Fu Zhizhou, here we are."

"what?"

His father glanced at him:

"get off."

The child raised his eyes and looked out the window. It turned out that he had already arrived at the kindergarten.

Still, it didn't move.

Instead, he raised his head:

"Dad, should the porridge continue to be called Teacher Ye or Auntie?"

puff!

"This question, do you call your uncle first to ask?"

Is it the uncle, or is it something that your uncle said?

The little boy thought it seemed quite reasonable, he sat up straight and started to call his uncle with his phone watch.

He didn't realize that his father did it on purpose.

Well, watching a play, of course, you have to understand and watch the full set.

The phone got through, rang twice, and the other side answered:

"Hello, porridge?"

"Morning uncle!"

Da Fu, who just arrived at the office, took off his suit jacket with one hand and threw it on the sofa while he answered the phone, leaning against the desk:

"Morning, why did you call Uncle at this time?" asked.

The tone was very soft, and the eyes were full of love.

The child peeked at the biological father beside him before continuing:

"Uncle, there is a problem with porridge. Dad said he wanted to ask you."

Da Fu on the phone paused involuntarily:

"Oh? What do you want to ask me? Ask me."

Fu Da should have never dreamed that he would be seen by his own younger brother and nephew so coincidentally.

"Uncle, that is, that is, does porridge porridge have an uncle?

The auntie is Teacher Ye, right? "

uh, uh, uh, uh...

On the phone, Da Fu was rarely choked, and coughed for a while before he recovered.

"Who are you listening to?"

The little boy glanced cautiously at his father:

"Yes... Dad said it."

very good.

"Congee, can you give your father a call first? Uncle has something to tell your father."

"Oh, good uncle."

When the words fell, he took off the watch and handed it to Fu Jiyan:

"Dad, uncle has something to tell you and ask you to answer the phone."

Fu Jiyan didn't have a chance to say no when he wanted to refuse. He could only take his son's phone and watch, and his eyes were stunned.

"Hello~"

"Fu Er, are your skin tight or itchy?

What nonsense are you talking about with porridge and porridge? "

Gee.

"Isn't it? We just saw Teacher Ye sent to the school by Ah Feng with our own eyes.

Brother, you are also a big boss. Even if you are dealing with an object, you can be upright and open, and you don't need to do that trick!

Rest assured, our whole family supports it! "

"Support shit!

I don't have anything with Teacher Ye, don't tell Lao Tzu nonsense! "

No?

"Brother, do you dare to pat your conscience and say that you really have nothing with Teacher Ye?"

This...

Da Fu on the phone was obviously blank for a few seconds.

But these few seconds are enough to explain the problem.

After all, the two were brothers of the same mother and compatriot, the kind that had broken bones and still attached tendons.

For certain behaviors and thoughts of each other, the brothers are both clear.

Fu Da was very aggressive before, but now, it has calmed down. In fact, one hand is constantly rubbing his eyebrows.

Look at these crap!

It is very clear that if this matter is not explained clearly in time, it is very likely that the old man will receive the news in less than an hour.

At that time, if you really jump into the Yellow River, you won't be able to wash it.